Shards scattered. The air froze.
I stood behind the railing, looking down—cold, restrained, oppressive.
My gaze locked directly onto Evangeline.
Her face drained of color. Her lips trembled.
Her guilt was written all over her.
I stood at the entrance to the living room, the broken pieces still clinking faintly on the floor.
Evangeline, startled by the crash, let out a scream and threw herself into Marielle’s arms like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
I didn’t move. I just stared down at her.
“What were you laughing at?”
My voice was low, but sharp as a blade.
“Say it.”
Evangeline trembled like she was about to fall apart. “B-Brother… I wasn’t laughing.”
Marielle panicked, her angry voice shaking. “Julian, are you insane? You scared your sister!”
I looked at her—straight i
